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Saturday, May 13, 2017

A Morn in May

A Morn in May-each year without fail-I am reminded-of a poem written, well now, forty-five years ago.Well, OK, some years it is late April, and some years- early June.

I can breathe in the fragrance

of the peonies as if they were yesterday.

A field washed in bloom......

and the words that captured

that simple morning.When you walked without real cares,even though life seemed complex.God is still giving out those warm sunwashed,and yes, rainy days too- just so I can stack them in memory bank layersfor another year.